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ancelin shrugged. he didn't really know, because no one had insisted that this was the way. however, he felt strongly that it must be, and so he left it there.
the little bundle of fur bounding at him sharpened the pup's instinct. he snapped.
blood blossomed.
the mouse lay twitching and ancelin stood over it, sides expanding in a pant. something was happening; the taste of it reminded him of how — "when that girl attacked you, when i bit her, i tasted her blood."
he met atreus' eyes.
"it was good."